The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1887-01-22

edge of John Trevor himself, Gfter her
death.
But, one unluckv afternoon, as John
Trevor was riding up the lane that led tc
his house, half drunk, and in particularly
| i'll humor he espied an Indian guest Of his
! servants lust leaving the kitchen, where he
had been partalling of their hospitality. The
sight seemed to drive him crazy with fury
! Squirting his horse, he rode at full speed
| against the Indian, who, not looking fol
such an onset, was knocked down ant
trampled beneath his horses hoofs. Then
| leaping down, he began to rain blows witt
his heavy whip upon the back and limb:
| of the PROSTATE Indian, accompanying tn,
punishment with curses and execrations
.'Thou copper-hided varlet of Satanln h,
screamed, ''rll teach thee betimes to Prov
about my possessions seeking wherewitha
to fill thy pilfering clutches. 1 would t,
God thou vert the last of thy accurset
breed-I would look well to it that Their,
were none of the halfway work of tn,
! Swamp Fight III dealing with thy easel p I
| The unfortunate victim of this cruel in
| justice lay stunned by the shock he had re
| ceived when knocked down by the plunginy
! horse. The servants stood by, dreading til
| consequences of their masters rash act
| but notventuring to interfere in the matter
| However, the Indian quickly recovered hi
consciousness; and, leaping to his feet
started to depart, though not until he ha'
| turned his face, covered with blood an,
| dust, to John Trevor, and had given hill
| piercing look of such deadly and revengefI
hatred, that it ought to have sobered hi
instantly, and perhaps did; for he wake
into the house without delivering ttAe IT,.
| of abuse the servants were ave- Ing ~ tn,
| share of his attentions. That night he Ssv
| awakened by the sound of a violent bdW
| upon the wall, close by his head Atteuft
| ing to rise up, his face came immediatelln
contact with long, slender shaft, dren
| firmly into the wall, which, by the featured
| end, he knew to be an Indian arrow 1ov-
| ing to one side, so as to clear the obruc-
| ton, and raising himself cautiously.f saw
at the open window a human head fat re-
called to his mind the Indian he1ad so
brutally treated only few hoursoefore
He comprehended the situation prfectly,
| and looked upon himself as doome.
John Trevor was by no means coward,
but here he was completely powetess. For
nearly an hour-that was longr to him
than ever year was before-he ay motion
less, knowing thatwas his only 5hance for
escape, and expecting every moment to
hear again that horrible crash The tor
lures of suspense became mGe than he
could longer endure, and he raised his head
once more. The figure at the window had
| disappeared. Creeping silentlyto the win
| dow, and peering out cautiously, he saw
nothing unusual. Shrewdly Guessing that
the would-be assassin had thought his
work complete, and would make all haste to
cave that vicinity, Trevor concluded that
| the best course would be to humr that idea
by keeping silent for the present, and al
lowing the Indian to make good his escape,
confident that he would never return to the
place again.
The hours dragged on, and john Trevor
finally fell into a troubled slunber, from
which he was awakened the mex morning
| by an unublal tumult outside. He was not
lcng in learning the cause of the
| disturbance His youngest child, a
little boy Of four years of age, was
child could be found. The boy was his
only son, and of all his children his best be-
loved; and John Trevor did lovethe child
as he loved no other human being. Exam
nation showed about the place numerous
tracks of a moccasined foot, as if it ownT
had, contrary to the usual Indian practics,
taken little pans to conceal their traces.
There was no doubt in John TrevoE}s =
that the same hand that had attempted A
life had stolen his boy.
Hastily summoning some of his neighbors
among whom was an old hunter skilled il
all the arts of wood-craft, without difficulty
they traced the footsteps of the savage to
h.,, Int ho nd bod Il
appeared. With some trouble they found
the direction Of the trail taken by the In
dams, and then Trevor and his hunter com
panion made thorough preparation for the
long chase that lay before them ere they
could hope to overtake the fugitives. Hay-
ing taken leave of their neighbors, the two
men set out on their journey. Day after
day they pushed on, through streams and
forests, the trail they were following lead
ing away from the settlements, until at
last they reached the Connecticut river.
They had little difficulty in finding whereth
Indians had started to cross the river; but
their landing had been made with such
skill, that after three days spent in fruit
less search, the hunter was obliged to ad-
init that he had lost the trail entirely and
that, in all probability, they would never
recover it. The pursuit twas now hopeless
one, Ind accordingly the hunter turned
hOmeward, Trevor, who refused to go back,
to continue the chase alone
For two days Trevor kept on his random
| course, knowing nothing about it than that
it led toward the west, until the end of the
second day, when, just as night was coming
on, he threw himself, utterly Wearied and
disheartened, upon the ground to rest. Al
most instantly appeared, standing before
him, regarding him with a stern and pitiless
look, the Indian he had been so long pursu-
| ing. Again Trevor found himself complete
ly in the power of his implaoabe enemy
and saw plainly that one movement on his
part and his fate was sealed. The Indian
was the first to speak.
"White man, he said, in strange mix
| ture of broken English and the Narragansett
dialect, white man, might have slain you
as you lay upon your bed, had | wished tC
do so. Many times l might have slain yor
on your journey hither. L can slay y'es-Seesa
and hang your scalp in my belt. If$NC
suns more find not the Great river rolling
between you and me, the wolves and cata
mounts shall feast upon your CORY corpse
| Your son you will never see again. Hi.
| children may some time visit the birthplac
Of their father, but him you have seeH fol-
the last time.n With these words he sprane
into the thicket and Trevor never saw OF
heard aught of him afterward.
Convinced that what he had heard was M
| idle threat, and that any further attempt e
| find his bow would only cost him his nfa